Every now and then, me and the old lady sleep late, work up an appetite, then get up and enjoy a nice breakfast together. I’m happy to say that today was one of those days. Unfortunately, they don’t have Waffle Houses over here, so your options are limited. It’s either head over to the coffee shop for a $10 breakfast of yogurt and oak leaves, or do it yourself.

It just so happens that the old lady and me enjoy practicing the culinary arts, and brother, we produced. I’d like you all to meet someone very dear to me, the Small Southern Breakfast:

Let’s see, what we got here?

Hot coffee

Fresh-squeezed orange juice

Homemade biscuits au Rube

One double-sized, spicy-hot Augsburg-style omelette

Cheese grits (made with Gouda, which is surprisingly good, even for a cheese-grits purist like myself)

Then came the nap, but I forgot to take pictures. Y’all over there living in the Land o’ Plenty have no idea what a rare joy it is over here to stuff yourself like a peanut farmer before getting out of your pajamas.

Comments

Good for you 2...you'll have to take Ann to the Waffle House in April..she'll love it. My daughter likes to call Colorado her homestate and she teases me alot about being a hillbilly or Redneck but she eats grits almost every morning and biscuits with gravy at least 3 times a week..if I even try to slide cold cereal in front of her she has a fit. Jason's co-workers think he's kiddin when he tells them how I cook everyday but than he'll say I'm from
Georgia and than all the fellas go, "Oh..that explains it."